The thought of the jacket is the last thing on her mind as she starts going through the locker. As is hiding what she's taking out. Her cloths are there- good- but they just get dumped on a pile on the floor as she takes care of more important item. The plant, of course. Then a stuffed rabbit, which gets clutched to her like a prized possession. And finally, laying in the back, Mathilda pulls out a handgun.

"These guys are total morons."